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Since leaving Fenghua Valley, I have rarely had a good sleep. Now I am finally no longer worried and hope to have a good dream. However, while I am still asleep and waking up, someone vaguely called: "No junior brother, wake up quickly..."

Who is making noise? Will you sleep?

Wujiu opened his eyes in a daze, and then he realized that he had gone from sitting cross-legged to lying on his limbs, leaving a small pool of saliva on the mat.

I thought it was in a dream, but it turned out that I fell asleep unknowingly. Looking from the window, it was dawn. When was it time?

"The Yin season is about to end. If you don't get up, you will be hungry. Don't blame me for not reminding me. It will be too late to regret it..."

Wujiu hurriedly supported himself and saw someone standing not far away and urging him repeatedly.

It was Zong Bao who was chatting with him last night. He came over early to wake up. But he had a jade plaque and a leather bag tied around his waist and a dagger in his hand.

Wujiu woke up and responded quickly, tidied up his clothes, and then walked out.

Zong Bao shook his head and smiled and pointed: "Bring magical tools, skins and illuminated night pearls, and then bring hand towels, bowls and chopsticks, and you don't need anything else..."

A magic weapon is a dagger?

Wujiu pulled out the bag from under the wooden couch, took out a few things like the ones, tied the leather bag to his waist, and inserted the short sword into his arms before he could clean up. Then he saw Zong Bao taking the lead out of the shed. He followed closely and walked down the hillside.

At this time, the sky was getting whiter and the morning mist was filled with mist. There were figures shaking in front and behind. It was undoubtedly the disciples who were traveling with him.

In a moment, I arrived at a mountain spring.

At Zong Bao's instructions, Wujiu wiped his face with a hand towel. Then the two continued to move forward together, and more and more figures of people were encountered along the way.

"Haha, those are all your fellow disciples, but they can't stand the coldness and humidity of the shack, so they dig a cave on the mountain to settle down. You are just a few days old and feel wronged. It's not too late to move after finding a suitable place!"

“Is it appropriate?”

"Why is it not suitable? You and I have no cultivation yet, but I have been considered a monk at least. If I don't live in a cave, how can I practice? The manager is well aware of this principle and never asks about it!"

"Thank you for your advice from me! But I think that Manager Ge is very powerful..."

"There are five officials in Yujing, one of them left, and there are only four of them left. They are all masters of the Majesty with magic power, but they are exiled here because of their slow progress in cultivation. The same is true for manager Goqi. It is reasonable to be depressed and irritable. It is better to stay away from him..."

"Apart from the management, there are no more experts here?"

"Yes! The supervisor of Yujing is Deacon Xuanji, but he has been in seclusion for many years and does not take care of the cumbersome affairs. All the affairs of Yujing are done by several managers..."

"What's the use of this leather bag?"

"Haha, brother, you are here again. If it were someone else, you would have been anxious about it..."

The two of them walked and said, gradually coming to the row of houses in the valley. The torches under the eaves were extinguished, and two more pots and stoves were added, and someone controlled them. The disciples who gathered came forward one by one to collect food.

Wujiu followed Zong Bao and looked around.

As the morning light first appeared, the valley gradually became brighter. There were thirty or forty disciples who received food, dispersed one after another, some were alone, and some were in groups of three or five. Most of them were men, mixed with several women, with different expressions, but there were all those from teenagers to octogenarians.

Wujiu was slightly surprised and whispered: "All those are Yujing disciples? So old..."

Zong Bao disagreed and said, "Those who have spiritual roots do not mean that they can become immortals. There are many people who have worked hard for decades and have accomplished nothing!"

Wujiu was speechless, and suddenly felt the excitement of last night was a little bit pretentious. If he could not become an immortal, would he have to live a lifetime here?

In a moment, I reached the eaves.

In two large pots on the stove, clear soup and meat pieces were boiled respectively.

Wujiu took out the pottery bowl and divided a spoonful of clear soup and two pieces of brown meat. He didn't understand why, so he followed Zong Bao to the side and squatted on the ground, and heard the other party say: "The soup contains many flavors of spiritual medicine, which is the most nourishing essence and replenishing energy. The meat comes from Lingshan Crickets, and has the ability to clear qi and detoxify..."

What kind of crickets are just ground worms used as bait? I remember that they are only the size of their fingers, so why is the reason in front of them so thick?

Wujiu picked up the piece of meat and sniffed it. The smell was so fishy that he couldn't help but feel disgusted. He wanted to throw it away, he hesitated and threw it into his skin.

Zong Bao kept eating and drinking, and smiled as expected: "Haha, when you are hungry..."

Wujiu was indifferent and took the pottery bowl and drank the soup. The taste was bitter, but it was comparable to Qi Sanren's vegetable soup. He couldn't help but grin and opened his mouth and spit.

"Oh, it's a waste of resources!"

Someone came over and was an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a blue shirt and a leather bag on his waist, but he was holding an empty bowl. He said regretfully: "My junior brother, if you don't like to drink soup, I will do it for you..."

Wujiu stood up, slightly stunned, but couldn't bear to refuse, so he reached out and poured half a bowl of soup over.

Zong Bao couldn't stop him, so he simply dodged aside and said disgusted: "Old Yuntou, you are here to take advantage again..."

The old man was not polite, and took the remaining soup and drank it all. Then he closed his eyes slightly and stroking his beard and praised: "I am over a hundred years old, but I am strong and have clear ears and eyes. It depends entirely on the contribution of this bowl of Changshou Soup! Although the immortal path is slim, this life is enough... enough!"

If this is Changshou Soup, wouldn’t Qi Sanren’s vegetable soup become the immortal nectar?

Wujiu was stunned and said in a lost voice: "The old man has expired?"

The old man opened his eyes and said politely: "Old Master Yun Shengzi, I have only spent a few years in a waste. I still don't know how long my junior brother has lived..."

Wujiu hurriedly said: "I dare not! I'm just over the age of twentieth..."

The old man who claimed to be Yun Shengzi had a deep vision: "In my opinion, the younger brother is wise and stupid, and has a restrained spirit. He must be from a famous family! And the old man also has his own origins, so he might as well get close to each other..."

Wujiu's heart was thumping, and he was about to answer, but Zong Bao pulled him away and whispered in his ear: "He is bullying you, don't pay attention!"

Yun Shengzi was unwilling to give in and said, "My junior brother, I think your achievements will be limitless in the future, let's discuss together..."

Wujiu turned around apologetically, but was pulled away by Zong Bao.

For this moment, someone shouted sternly: "The time has come, go up the mountain!"

There were two strong men under the eaves, one of which was the manager, Ge Qi. With his order, dozens of people gathered here followed around the house and walked northward. The manager who accompanied him was said to be named Zhongkai.

Not far away, there are steep stone steps. I climbed up the steps and after a stick of incense, I reached the top of the mountain. Not far away, there is the main peak of Yujing Peak, which is towering into the clouds.

But when the rising sun rises, the clouds open and close, the colorful clouds fill the sky, and the sky is vast. The eyes are soaring far away, and there are peaks hidden in the sea of ​​clouds. In a trance, it seems that the fairyland is floating and selfless!

The Lingshan Scenic Land is indeed extraordinary!

Wujiuzheng was so dazed that he heard Ge Qi's voice sound again: "Don't delay, go down the well quickly. Each person has a hundred kilograms of fine jade. If it is not enough, you will be punished. Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, two junior brothers, check me one by one..."

Looking at the sound, there is another valley below the top of the mountain, only a few miles in a circle, hidden by plants and trees, making it seem quiet. There are houses on one side of the valley, and there is a shed alone on the open space. Looking forward in the direction where the shed is, a dark hole leads to the depths of the cliff.

Under the bamboo shed, two strange old men sat. Judging from their appropriate clothes, they should be in charge of the work. The disciples who worked along the hillside to the valley, passed by the two of them one after another, and then walked towards the entrance of the cave more than ten feet away.

Don’t think too much about it, this place should be the Yujing Spirit Mine. If you can’t dig a hundred kilograms of fine jade, you still have to be punished?

Wujiu followed Zong Bao and slowly moved forward with the crowd.

The two old managers may have had a bad life, and they all looked resentful. They each sat on wooden benches, holding a jade pendant the size of a palm in their hands, shaking it casually. They said they were checking, but there were no other actions. Many disciples walked forward and stepped into the cave one by one.

After a moment, chaos suddenly broke out in front of him. Someone shouted, and a few young and strong disciples hurried out from the hole with one person.

Wujiu happened to walk to the straw shed and stopped to watch. Many disciples were also watching around, and their expressions seemed a little solemn.

The man was carried to an open space not far away. There was an old man with his eyes closed and his face looked like gray. He was obviously dead for a long time.

The two managers under the straw shed sat still, as if everything in front of them had long been commonplace.

Goqi walked over and checked for a moment, and hummed disapprovingly. His companion raised his hand and popped up a ray of fire, and the corpses on the ground were burned out in an instant. A gust of wind came, and the corpses were gone, and there was no such thing ashes left at all, leaving only a slight burn mark on the spot, which meant that someone had walked by again.

Wujiu was stunned and couldn't help but reach out and patted Zong Bao on the shoulder. The other party looked back and said nothing, and there was an inexplicable layer of dullness and coldness in his originally energetic eyes.

Gochi waved his hand impatiently, urging everything to be the same.

Wujiu's footsteps moved, and someone shouted: "Stop—"

Who are you asking to stop? Zong Bao did not stop, but looked back curiously. Goqi and another manager looked at him, and his eyes were scary.

Wujiu turned to the straw hut and saw the two old men who were doing nothing suddenly become stern. The one named Xiang Rong raised his hand to signal that the jade pendant he was holding actually flashed. After he was sure, he sternly said: "Don't you understand the rules?"

It turned out that it was coming for me, what rules did I break?

Wujiu was ignorant, and the old man named Gou Jun stood up suddenly. He waved his feet and had already arrived in front of him. He waved his hand and grabbed it. The strap sewn on his waist broke out, and then he fell to the ground with a "bang" and broke into pieces. The broken silver, animal skin talismans, five stones, jade pieces and other valuable things appeared one by one. Then two short swords fell one after another.

At the same time, there were screams of exclamation: "Spiritual stones...tales...jade slips...magic tools..."

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